Back in my day, when dinosaurs didn’t have feathers, the idea of putting together a resume sounded as fun as getting my front teeth pulled out. I’ve never had my adult front teeth pulled out, but I like how it illustrates how much I hated resumes. With a resume, you must make it, which usually involves hours of tweaking and starting over. With your front teeth, you either must do it yourself or you go to a dentist, sit in the chair…they pull, you bleed, and then you leave. Cool, now we have a resume and missing front teeth! Guess what? Now we must modify our resume every time we want a new job and we must either deal with our missing front teeth or get fake ones put in. Never mind. I tried to make a connection and failed. Failing is okay! I’m not sad I wrote that paragraph above, even though it failed to capture how I felt about resumes. Sometimes we must fail to get better. I could change what I wrote above, but I’m not going to. It’s going to stay right where it is. Someday I could change it, but today is not that day....